Being Told You're Beautiful

Basha and Chezza.

The room was silent for about six point seven two seconds while Amy and Lily processed the information I had just told them. And then the screaming broke out.

"Ssssh! GUYS. It's like one o'clock in the morning!" That calmed them down a bit.

Who am I kidding, of course it didn't. So I decided to just mentally imagine them being silent, because the llama gods, Basha and Chezza, told me it would work.

And guess what?

It did.

Once they simply had eyes shining with excitement, Amy regained her normal level head. "Well?! What did he say?!"

"I don't know yet. I was too busy freaking out then waiting for you two." I replied.

"WELL THEN OPEN IT WOMAN" Lily spoke excitedly.

So I opened it.

"Did you enjoy the concert? :)" I read out in a shaky voice.

And then, being the fantastic creation that is the Twitter app, it crashed. And shut down. Like it does five times a day. "Let's hope that it kept my DM, otherwise you won't be able to reply" Lily said sadly.

But I told her to turn her frown upside down.

But then I realised that I hadn't even taken a snap shot of the DM.

So I could never see that wonderful sight again.

So my statement wasn't really a good thing to say.

"Hane?"

"Hmmm?" I mumbled in reply, now having thoroughly depressed myself.

"How on earth did you gain 2000 followers without following 2000 people?"

"Don't be silly Amy, I have like 160something followers. You must be on the wrong profile or something" I was now lying face flat down into my pillow, so it came out like "Mmmmnghbnmmmmmmstmnbmmb" but I think she understood.

"See for yourself" she replied, getting up and dropping my iPhone onto my back.

But I was too busy trying to get up to notice the pain. Once I was upright, I fumbled around on the bed for my electronic owl. Until I realised I was sitting on it. And it was warm. Maybe it had like, iPhone fever, Twitter tends to overheat devices.

And I checked my profile. She was right. Darn that girl was a smarticle particle.

"Thank you" Amy said. Oops. Must have said that out loud. "But how did I manage that?" I spoke aloud this time. I knew it. I was aware. Boom. "I never even asked the mushrooms to advertise my twitter and give me shoutouts"

The girls ignored my statement. I think all my friends secretly have some kind of policy whereby if they're not sure what I've said, or don't understand, they ignore it. Well, that's my reasoning for getting ignored rather frequently.

I casually scrolled down my followers list, as Lily and Amy discussed the chances of him replying to me. I swear they were more worked up over it than I was.

And then a name caught my eye. Niall Horan. I clicked on it, there's so many fake accounts, it was probably one of them. But I always liked to check. But no. There was this little verification tick next to his name. And his last tweet was "Waiting for someone new to reply to a message is so nerve racking"

I shrugged, then clicked on my mentions. I had a favourite as well from him. My concert tweet.

Oh.

My.

Mother.

Of.

Mushrooms.

It hit me. Niall fricken HORAN was following me. Inside, I was freaking out doing a mental worshipping dance to Basha and Chezza.

On the outside, however, I was cool as a cucumber. However cool that is.

"Amy?" I said absentmindedly. No reply. Her and Lily were still talking it over. "Amyyyyy?!" nothing. "AMYYY"

Am I invisible? 'Probably' my mind answered.

"GUYYYYYS."

There we are. Got their attention.

They turned, slightly annoyed at me interrupting them. "Yeah?"

"Emm I figured out the reason for me gaining 2000 followers" They nodded me to continue.

"Em because Niall favourited my tweet. And he followed me too"

Okay. So I take back the screaming being awful before. This was far, far, far worse.

HELP ME. I'm stuck with two deranged fangirls for the rest of the night.

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Thank you for reading. And dedicated to @xodaraaaox because she is awesome and we are venting buddies and we are really similar :D

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